[Verse 1: Chili Fist]I'll rob ya broke sonI'll leave ya high and dryGet off your knees bitch, there is no need to cryMy hair is spikyI'm wearing NikeWhen me and Fierce wanna get fit, we ride our bikiesI look up in the sky, and I see GodHe looks down on me and says I like your bod

[Verse 2: Fierce Punch]Bitches love me for what I'm packin'They only stay with me for the bills I'm stackin'We're popping pills all up in the clubBitch you're fucking dirty, get in the fucking tubGet all wet girl, all up on your bodyThen your dad comes in with a fucking shottyHelp me Chili, use your Chili Fist(Are you kidding Fierce? He'll break my fucking wrist)

[Verse 3]Now we're getting home, and it's 5 a.m.Close my door, shut my eyes, time to get some REMChili Fist, whatcha doing son?We've been up all night just having funSon I ain't doneI'm up in dream landPartying with Kelly Ripa and Michael StrahanI guess it is lateTime to get some z'sI wake up in the morning, hopefully no STD's

[Verse 4: Shawn]I'm Bill Nye, the fucking Science GuyGet the fuck out of here with the apple pie(That's not even a lineI'm seriously telling you to get outWe're trying to record hereAsshole)